or maybe in my drug fueled chronically depressed high
ill find the inspiration to write a beautiful piece of literature
my landlord who barges into my room, about to evict me
chances upon my writing
he who fancies himself as an amateur writer instantly falls in love with it
my writing is published in the local newspaper
then some publishing company calls me
offers me a contract
my parents call, having saw my photo in the local paper
after a tearful (on my part) reunion, they convince me to join rehab
i enrol myself in rehab
i meet a nice nurse
she knows everyones name
shes beautiful, intelligent, caring
she tells me funny stories about all the patients here
we start hanging out all the time
i ask her out to dinner
she agrees
slowly and romantically, we begin our courtship
i become clean
i write a fictional book based on my experience
it becomes an instant bestseller
i become rich
i get married
i have kids
i live a happy life
i die comfortably of old age
with no regrets.
or maybe i just finish my assignment on time.
its amazing how easily everything could potentially work out again.